Chapter 164

"So it's the Seven Veins Dueling."

Hearing the murmurs beside him, Kuang Dao merely shook his head.

The secret realm is merely a minor gathering.

The Seven Veins Dueling is the true gathering of talents.

Only then can you see the true depth of the sect's disciples!

The prodigies of each vein possess unparalleled combat power!

Although Meng Zhangqing has also reached this level, he is certainly still some distance behind those prodigies who grew up from the start within each vein.

Their potential, the resources they use, the cultivation arts and martial techniques they wield—all far surpass ordinary people.

"By the way, have you seen Duan Hun?"

Xiao Zhen suddenly asked.

"No,"

Kuang Dao shook his head, "Neither did Wen Tianming."

"Forget Wen Tianming—a alchemist. Who can he fight at this stage? He won't come here to join the commotion."

Xiao Zhen replied.

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Meng Zhangqing walked up to the many Gao Jie spiritual weapons.

These spiritual weapons each had their own characteristics.

There were long spears, great halberds, heavy hammers, battle axes, giant swords, and others.

Though their shapes differed, all surfaces shimmered with a spiritual luster.

Like living things.

Since he trained with the sword, he naturally had to choose a sword.

There were thirteen Gao Jie spiritual weapons here.

Only one was a sword—or rather, only one of each weapon type.

It seemed the Zong Sect had placed so many spiritual weapons here.

Not because they thought so many people would claim them.

But because they didn't know which weapon the final disciple to defeat Chi Jin would use.

So they simply placed many, for choice.

Meng Zhangqing walked to that spiritual sword and pulled it from the grass.

Ceng!

The sword drew from its sheath.

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The blade was quite long—at least a foot longer than an ordinary sword.

The saying goes, "Three-foot green peak."

This sword was four feet.

Moreover, viewing the entire blade, it was brimming with spirituality, its edge fully exposed.

Especially at the cutting edge, the shimmering light gave a sensation of skin being sliced!

"Spiritual substance."

Meng Zhangqing's gaze flickered.

Spiritual weapons are expensive not only because their material is tough enough to withstand true qi, but also because they incorporate certain spiritual substances.

These spiritual substances are born in remote places.

They possess various properties.

Once fused into a weapon, they bring a qualitative change.

For example, this sword in hand likely incorporated sword grass, sword crystal, or similar, making it extraordinarily sharp.

0....

If used, the sword qi it releases would be three to four times stronger than ordinary!

In battle, even a one-point difference can decide victory or defeat.

How much more so when it's multiplied?

Without further thought,

Meng Zhangqing bit his finger and dripped his blood onto the blade.

In an instant,

A strange connection was established.

This was blood-pledge mastery.

Hong!

Meng Zhangqing slashed casually, and the sword qi carved a deep gash over ten meters away.

"Fine sword."

Meng Zhangqing's eyes gleamed.

Even a casual strike had such power.

What if he unleashed his full strength?

He couldn't even imagine.

If he fought Chi Jin again, he wouldn't even need the Linglong Daluo Heaven.

With just the sharpness of this sword, it is enough to break through the Crimson Gold's 【Jin Gang Demon Body】 and shatter it!

"What name should I give you?"

Meng Zhangqing held the sword before his eyes.

The mirror-like blade reflected his double pupils.

"I shall call you Chi Xiao."

Meng Zhangqing thought.

Born from Ling Xiao, obtained by defeating Crimson Gold.

He remembered that among the Ten Famous Swords of his past life, there seemed to be such a name.

Shing!

Sheathing the sword, he tied it to his waist.

His aura was entirely retracted, returning to a calm state of no wind and no rain.

At this moment, he no longer possessed the peerless posture from just now.

He looked like an ordinary scion of a noble family, with nothing to say except his handsomeness.